Dear Rory McIlroy, I’m Sorry
Dear Rory McIlroy,
I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t stop watching the last two hours of the US Open on Sunday afternoon.
I’m sorry that you and Bryson made the competition so compelling.
I’m sorry that the crowd seemed to be cheering on and chanting U-S-A to the player that took copious amounts of money from a foreign country, Saudi Arabia, and plays in their tournaments all around the world and not to the player that plays most of his golf in this country, supporting a tour that is based in this country.
I’m sorry, that even after the birdies you made to take the lead late in the day, I doubted you when you came to the 13th hole, the drivable par four. I really wanted you to lay up, but you didn’t. You drove it over the green and you were able to get it up and down for another birdie.
I’m sorry you chose a seven iron on the 15th hole. Seemed like a lot of club, don’t know how you were feeling. Next thing, from behind the green, a tough pitch.
I’m sorry about EVERYTHING that happened after that.
I’m sorry about how nervous I was when you left your first putt on that hole where you did, not far but in a very scary place.
I’m sorry I doubted your ability to get up and down from the bunker on 17.
I’m sorry you took a different line on your tee shot on 18. I’ve played No.2. Driver seems like a lot of club for you, especially when you didn’t seem to be aiming right and taking it over the waste area.
I’m sorry when you were over the putt on 18, all I could think about was the putt on 16.
I’m sorry you seemed to be thinking of the same thing too.
I’m NOT sorry you left the grounds without speaking to the media. Frank Sinatra used to say that the ONLY thing he owed the audience was his best performance. Nothing more, nothing less. You gave it everything you had, that’s all you owe.
I look forward to the next time you play. I look forward to the satisfaction I’ll feel the next time you win a major.
I’m sorry I don’t think it’ll ever be the MASTERS.